Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.